Illusions of Invincibility Time seems to rise and fall like the tall-grassy memories of man's youth. In this lifetime I’ve seen men at their weakest moments, so low that cracks on dirty wet porches towered above them and again, on the summit of their most triumphant accomplishment. And now, looking back I can see that the greatest differences in those men were not the strength of their bodies or the money in their pockets, but their thoughts. I’ve suffered so much pain and the loss of men that I often wonder when I might crack and fall. We called each other brothers. We were related by commonalities and friendship, a need to be around others like us who understood. We all had our own stories, some sadder than others. But we would grow to understand that the blood flowing inside our veins does not define our brotherhood. Some of us would also grow into feared men, some sooner than others. Like men in war, we bonded as brothers in arms. Some conquered their worlds with illusions of invincibility. Many of them are gone now. And now that the end is in sight, all the illusions I once shared with them subside into the past like so many of their faces have.